Click Bang, What A Hang, Your Daddy

All I'm Writing Is Just What I Feel, That's All. I Just Keep It Almost Naked. And Probably The Words Are So Bland.

The Night I Was Born, Lord I Swear The Moon Turned A Fire Red.

Manic Depression Is A Frustratin' Mess.

I Found Myself In Too Much Of A Box Situation.

I'd Like To Get Something Together - Like A Handel, Bach, Muddy Waters, Flamenco Type Of Thing. If I Could Get That Sound, I'd Be Happy